Chapter 0020: Courting Death!

Just as the scarred man was about to pull the trigger, the middle-aged leader spoke up, "Third, don't kill yet!"

The scarred man lowered the gun, spitting at Chen Liuhe with a mocking sneer. "Fucking coward!"

Chen Liuhe, sprawled on the floor, said nothing, holding back an enraged Huang Baiwan.

The two hostesses' clothes were being torn to shreds, their fate inching closer to ruin.

Sobbing and struggling, the girls cast desperate, pleading looks around the room. But at this moment, no one dared step up for them. Everyone kept their heads bowed low, hoping the sacrifice of these two would appease the three desperados, giving them a slim chance at survival.

When their despairing gazes landed on Chen Liuhe, it was as if he could hear the frantic cries and prayers echoing from the depths of their hearts.

In that instant, something tugged at Chen Liuhe's heartstrings. Already simmering with a flicker of anger, he let out a soft sigh and slowly rose to his feet.

"Gentlemen, how about a suggestion? Let's call it quits here, shall we?"

Gone was Chen Liuhe's earlier panic. He swept a calm gaze over the trio. "You've flexed your muscle, beaten some people, and vented your frustrations. That's enough. Keep this up, and it'll get messy. No need to go full psycho."

Though he held disdain and contempt for the guards and hostesses, a lesson was sufficient—they didn't need to be broken. Besides, he was the club's vice president. Even if not for them, he had to consider Qin Ruohan, that pitiful woman. After all, he was still drawing her paycheck.

Seeing Chen Liuhe step up, the three men froze in surprise. But the scarred man quickly snarled, pointing the gun at him again. "Kid, you think you can disrespect us and live? Wanna die right now?"

Chen Liuhe's eyes narrowed slightly. "I've already given you plenty of face. Now I'm just offering advice. Leave now, and I guarantee tonight never happened. Step out of this room, and no one will breathe a word. You'll still be safe."

"Advice for us?" The scarred man laughed in disbelief, his expression darkening. "You've lost your damn mind. Think I won't blow your head off right now?"

Chen Liuhe shook his head, unfazed by the gun. "The gun's in your hand, and people fear it, not you. Too bad for you, I'm not scared of guns—or you."

Before the scarred man could respond, the leader fixed his gaze on Chen Liuhe. "Brother, I wasn't wrong—you're no ordinary guy." A chill crept into his heart. For a split second, Chen Liuhe's eyes had unnerved him. This unassuming man was hiding a beast within.

"Take my advice and scram. Since I've stepped in, you're not touching a soul here," Chen Liuhe said, shedding his earlier cowardice. His lazy demeanor now carried an unshakable authority, leaving the guards and hostesses dumbfounded. Was this the same guy who'd been bowing and scraping?

A few suddenly recalled Chen Liuhe and Huang Baiwan storming the club the night before. Their faces lit up with wild hope, a desperate yearning for survival igniting in their eyes.

How had they forgotten? This obscure vice president was a badass!

The leader signaled his two hotheaded companions to hold back, staring Chen Liuhe down. "Brother, we've already gone all out tonight. No way we back off just because you say so. We're not easily spooked. How about you take my advice instead? Squat down quietly, let us have our fun, and I promise we won't touch you. You'll walk out unscathed."

Chen Liuhe shook his head, unmoved. "I'm paid to handle trouble for others—you should get that." He pointed at the trembling hostesses. "They're staff here, so I've got to protect them. At least in this club, they stay safe."

The leader's face hardened, a glint of menace in his eyes. "We've got guns. How are you gonna protect them?" With that, he pulled a pistol from his waistband and, without hesitation, shot a nearby guard in the leg.

A pig-like scream erupted as blood soaked the guard's thigh.

"That's what you get for mouthing off. I've got eight bullets left in this gun. Don't squat down now, and I'll empty them all. How many die is up to you," the leader snarled.

Panic and chaos erupted in the room. Emotions ran wild—resentment toward Chen Liuhe for stirring the pot, fear that his recklessness would push these killers over the edge into a massacre.

Yet they also hoped he wouldn't back down. If he could take on these thugs head-to-head, they might have a chance to escape in the chaos.

Chen Liuhe's gaze turned icy. He shook his head silently. "Wrong choice. Now you can't even leave if you wanted to."

"Enough bullshit—I'll kill you!" The scarred man snapped, pulling the trigger.

In that split second, Chen Liuhe ducked with uncanny foresight, dodging the bullet. Without pause, he lunged forward like a tiger unleashed, his body a blur as he closed the gap to the scarred man.

Before the thug could react, a force like a thousand-pound boulder slammed into his chest. He flew backward, crashing into the wall with a thud.

"Kill him!" The leader shouted in panic, swinging his gun around and firing. But what happened next left him stunned.

No matter how hard he pulled, the trigger wouldn't budge. Chen Liuhe's hand had clamped onto the pistol, one finger wedged behind the trigger, locking it in place.

"What the—?" The leader couldn't believe Chen Liuhe's speed and precision.

"Fuck you, I'll end you!" The third man roared, raising his gun. Before he could fire, a body slammed into him, sending him sprawling.

Huang Baiwan had charged in from nowhere, tumbling with the second brother in a heap. Ferocious and unrelenting, he ignored the fists pummeling his head, clinging to the gun arm with both hands and sinking his teeth into the wrist.

"Let us go, and tonight's a clean slate," the leader gasped, now face-to-face with Chen Liuhe. Up close, he felt the terrifying aura radiating from him, sweat beading on his forehead.

He knew their advantage was gone—shattered in an instant by this young man. They couldn't win. They weren't even in the same league.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. Now…" Chen Liuhe shook his head coldly. "Too late." With that, he twisted his hand sharply. The leader screamed as his gun hand contorted into a grotesque angle, snapped by brute force.

"Go to hell!" The scarred man, kicked aside earlier, staggered up, clutching a machete and charging through the pain.

Chen Liuhe didn't flinch. With a casual flick of his hand, the blade somehow ended up in his grasp. Swift and precise, he drove it down, plunging it into the man's thigh.

"Ahh!" The scarred man howled, collapsing and writhing in agony, clutching his leg.

Chen Liuhe's demeanor was pure ice—ruthless. To the onlookers, he seemed even more terrifying than the three thugs. His eyes held a chilling indifference that made scalps tingle.

Indifference to life, to danger—everything. A man like that could be merciless to a horrifying degree because nothing fazed him.

"Your ruthlessness only inspires fear. Mine leaves a scar on your soul," Chen Liuhe said, pinching the leader's spine at the base of his neck and lifting him off the ground. "One little squeeze, and you're done forever."

"Don't… don't kill me…" The leader's spirit broke under the terror of death.

"So you're afraid to die too!" Chen Liuhe sneered.

"You… you can't kill me. We live day-to-day, no tomorrow guaranteed—just cheap lives. But you're different. Don't gamble your life with ours. Kill me, and someone will come for revenge. Even your family will suffer," the man stammered, voice shaking.

Chen Liuhe's eyes narrowed, a smirk curling his lips—bright yet heart-stoppingly ominous. The leader felt a surge of mortal danger.

"Threatening me? Guess you don't know—I'm the last guy to scare with threats." With a flick of his arm, Chen Liuhe hurled the man several meters, crashing him into the giant LCD screen. He crumpled to the floor amid shattered glass, groaning in pain.

Chen Liuhe ignored the writhing leader and turned to Huang Baiwan, still grappling with the second brother. Glancing down, he bent over, picked up a long shard of glass, and yanked the frenzied Huang Baiwan aside. Kneeling on the thug's neck, he pinned his arm to the floor and drove the shard through his wrist, nailing it to the wood.

The second brother's piercing scream echoed as onlookers gasped, hearts pounding.

Chen Liuhe, expressionless, gave him a flat look and said in a toneless voice, "Want to live? Stay down. Twitch once, and the next shard goes through your throat."